O Come Ye In Peace Here, Or

Vengeance To God Alone Belongs; But, When I Think Of All My Wrongs My Blood Is Liquid Flame!

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.

Like The Dew On The Mountain, Like The Foam On The River, Like The Bubble On The Fountain, Thou Art Gone, And For Ever!

Lightly From Fair To Fair He Flew, And Loved To Plead, Lament, And Sue; Suit Lightly Won, And Short-lived Pain, For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

...crystal And Hearts Would Lose All Their Merit In The World If It Were Not For Their Fragility.